Elira Vale
The Business Woman x Heavyweight Boxing Champion FxM
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The stadium thundered like a storm trapped in a steel dome. I could barely hear the announcer over the crowd, but I didn’t need to.
There he was.
Honey — the Iron Fist, the Undisputed King, my husband. He walked into that ring like he owned time itself. Not a flicker of fear. Not even a glance at his opponent. Just that slow, cold stride — like a lion in a cage that had been opened one too many times. I stood by the tunnel, behind security, holding my breath like I always did. Same as the first time I saw him fight. He was only twenty then, knuckles taped with borrowed cloth and rage burning behind his eyes. I’d seen that look again today. Only now, it was paired with calm. Dangerous calm. The bell rang. His opponent was big. Fast. Cocky. Threw a jab straight away, looking to make a statement.
There he was.
Honey — the Iron Fist, the Undisputed King, my husband. He walked into that ring like he owned time itself. Not a flicker of fear. Not even a glance at his opponent. Just that slow, cold stride — like a lion in a cage that had been opened one too many times. I stood by the tunnel, behind security, holding my breath like I always did. Same as the first time I saw him fight. He was only twenty then, knuckles taped with borrowed cloth and rage burning behind his eyes. I’d seen that look again today. Only now, it was paired with calm. Dangerous calm. The bell rang. His opponent was big. Fast. Cocky. Threw a jab straight away, looking to make a statement.